CHAPTER 107: CHAPTER 107: HE WANTS A TITLE

Wyatt Nash was extremely embarrassed.

This ring, he had seen Zane Sterling wearing it a few months ago.

While attending Fashion Week abroad, he had made a show of himself like a peacock in front of Sophia Lowell.

Oh heavens!

He couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat for himself!

Trying to make a living under the King of Hell and want to steal his cake, that’s truly a crime worthy of death!

"Congratulations Mr. Sterling! Congratulations Ms. Lowell!" Wyatt Nash stammered: "Well, you two enjoy your meal! I won’t disturb you any longer!"

With that, he scurried away.

Once Wyatt Nash left, Sophia Lowell hurriedly tried to retract her hand, but Zane Sterling held it tightly.

His thumb gently stroked the back of her hand, looking playful.

"What are you doing..." she asked.

Zane Sterling didn’t speak, just looked at her, at this delicate young lady who blushed easily whenever she spoke.

Sophia Lowell shrank her hand back.

He chuckled wickedly and squeezed tighter, "I’m just thinking, if Mrs. Sterling doesn’t admit it soon, by the end of the year, rumors of me keeping a mistress will spread far and wide."

Undoubtedly, he wanted a titular recognition.

Mistress—

Turns out he knew all along, and she thought he only buried himself in work, ignoring the chatter outside.

——

Returning to the manor, everyone was busy decorating for the New Year.

Zane Sterling didn’t let Sophia Lowell help; he sent her back to her room to rest.

Today’s events had been exhausting enough, and coupled with her cold and slight fever, it was time for a good rest.

By dusk, she had slept until naturally waking.

Her nose wasn’t stuffed anymore, though her throat still carried traces of hoarseness.

Tonight, they were having dinner in the sky garden atop the manor.

After dinner, the men moved to another room to discuss matters, leaving a few women in the garden to sip fruit wine and savor desserts.

"Sophia, I heard your dresses are all self-designed?" Zane Sterling’s usually reserved aunt Sheryl Jensen started the topic.

Sophia Lowell took a sip of fruit wine, her body warmed up. Before she could reply, Zoe Walsh chimed in proudly.

"The Floating Light Brocade dress I sent you last time, was made by Sophia."

Sheryl Jensen was surprised, putting down her cup, "Ah, it was made by Sophia? Wow, such craftsmanship!"

Willow Sterling didn’t speak, just listened to them chat while seated on a picnic chair fiddling with her phone.

"Oh my, you wouldn’t believe it, I wore it out once, and all the girls were asking. I thought you bought it, heard it’s really expensive." She was utterly fascinated.

Sophia Lowell smiled: "If you like it, I can design a few more styles for you to try next time."

Sheryl Jensen beamed with delight.

Zoe Walsh was thoroughly pleased with Sophia Lowell too.

At this, Willow Sterling leaned in, quietly asking, "Can I also snag a set?"

"Absolutely!" Sophia Lowell recalled, last time Zane Sterling gifted her some nail art, saying it was from his sister, so she definitely had to reciprocate.

"We’re going back to my parents’ place for the second day of the Lunar New Year, not returning to the manor. This year’s family banquet is at Ian Lynch’s. You and Zane can join us if you don’t have other plans?" Willow Sterling asked tentatively.

"Shouldn’t be a problem."

Sophia Lowell agreed without a second thought.

A few days ago, Autumn Lowell told her she didn’t need to look for her during New Year, she was traveling again.

And Zane Sterling, he had already decided to spend New Year at home; attending the family banquet on the second day wouldn’t be an issue.

Willow Sterling smiled contentedly, drinking fruit wine with her.

Zane Sterling’s family really liked Sophia Lowell, not merely because of Zane Sterling’s injury; her courage and sense of justice got their admiration.

"How’s the nail set from last time? Does it fit well?" Willow Sterling asked.

"Perfect, looks great!"

Sophia Lowell extended her hand; the lotus-pink nails adorned with shiny rhinestones enhanced her pale, slender fingers, every slight move alluringly enticing.

She smiled, baring her white teeth, "Thank you, Willow!"

Willow Sterling pursed her lips, "You should thank Zane, he begged for these from me relentlessly. Not that I didn’t want to give them, mind you. I wanted to tease him, didn’t expect he’d keep begging me."

"..." Begged for them?

This nail designer’s works are highly sought after by affluent women, with waiting lists that don’t guarantee an order.

It’s hard to envision Zane Sterling begging someone.

Sophia Lowell chuckled softly.

"Zane really likes you." Willow Sterling.

She knew Zane Sterling’s affection towards her was blatantly apparent.

But hearing it directly from someone else brought about a different sentiment.

Her face gradually warmed, suddenly thinking of him.

Remembering what he said that day: My lady has done so much for me, seems I need to pamper you well...

She wondered what he was doing now.

Meanwhile, Zane Sterling had some drinks with the men, after wrapping up things he returned to the room, sitting on the sofa waiting for her.

He waited till past midnight, falling asleep on the sofa, before she came back.

Sophia Lowell silently changed her shoes, walked in, and saw a big man lying on the sofa.

She went over, covered him with a blanket, then went to the bathroom for a shower.

When she came out, the blanket had fallen onto the floor.

Sophia Lowell sat beside him, picked up the blanket, tucked it over him again, and carefully removed his glasses, placing them on the coffee table.

She blissfully lay on Zane Sterling’s chest, gazing earnestly at him.

His chest was steadily breathing, warm like lying on a heated couch, very comfortable.

The firm pecs, softened in sleep yet remained solid.

Sophia Lowell couldn’t resist slipping her hand inside his shirt, placing it on his chest, feeling all over, reluctant to let go, just leaving it there.

It truly seemed, apart from his soft lips, almost everything on him felt sturdy.

How could there still be such a perfect man in this world?

Career, top-notch.

Looks, top-notch.

Some areas, also top-notch.

She snickered quietly to herself.

Laughing at her own fangirling.

She slowly leaned closer.

Zane Sterling, though he drank white wine, probably wouldn’t wake up soon.

Sophia Lowell smiled, with him drunk, perhaps she could do as she pleased?

She daringly reached out from his chest, pinched his cheek.

"Zane, Zane, you even get drunk? Or is it just an act, huh?"

The fresh scent of fruit wine wafted onto Zane Sterling’s neck.

Warm, ticklish, heating him all over.

He wasn’t drunk.

His consciousness clearer than ever.

It turns out he’s always been the one pursuing, today it’s rare that she takes initiative.

So now it’s his turn to enjoy.

With no response from him, Sophia Lowell cheekily cupped his face, kissing his lips gently.

Indeed, soft.

She scrutinized seriously.

Eyes, nose, brows...

She closed her eyes, her gentle fingers gliding over his features, feeling his appearance.

Zane Sterling was disturbed by her until his mind was uneasy.

So reserved?

Such a big man in her arms, yet not a thought of impurity?

Why feel like a doll, held in her embrace, just held, touched?

These days, doesn’t she want anything?

Zane Sterling’s Adam’s apple moved.

Truly hoping this little woman would be a bit more forward.

Better yet take him...